Books are food for the mind. Poetry is food for the soul.

Waterfall.

Rocks sparkle under the soft light.

Serene.

Aquamarine bubbles twirl.

Graceful.

Green blanket, stained red by the falling sun,

dying between the blades of grass.

Luna appears, glistening.

Stars surround her, their leader, the moon, goddess of the night.

The black backdrop displays her, center stage.

Watercolor flowers dance, led by the light breeze.

Words follow, the song of nature, whispered throughout.

The breath of life.

Bells chime, signaling the start of a new day.

Butterflies twitter, welcoming the last ones who continue to dwell on sweet dreams, to awaken and greet the sun.

Dawn approached, shyly at first, yet always determined to let seep to all.

Owls back away, preparing to sleep.

Peace at last.